he was to see his mate, he wasn’t so sure about Sully. Zander
had told him what his friend had said, Sully had apologized to
him that same evening, but in Terry’s eyes Sully’s presence was
still going to take some getting used to.
“What are you two doing here? I thought you were going to wait
for me out front?” He said, hurrying into Zander’s open arms and
turning his mouth up for a quick kiss.
“Seems some overprotective bastard didn’t like the idea of his
partner being out on stage by himself,” Sully said, his face split
in a huge smile. “So he volunteered us for escort duty.
Something to do with aesthetics, a boost to gay pride having two
decorated detectives take part, and yeah, some other stuff about
you being a bit nervous.”
Terry looked into his mate’s pale green eyes, and yes the
annoying blond was right. Zander did look nervous for him, but
then given the only time in his life Terry had been on stage, he
had a knife to his throat, Terry figured he could forgive him. Both
men did look exceptionally handsome, dressed in black camo
gear and boots, their badges the only shine on their belts.
Zander’s dark hair was pulled back from his face and his designer
stubble was immaculately groomed. Sully had gone for a clean
face and tousled hair falling just slightly over his face.
“You’re certainly a pair of gay dreams walking,” Terry said,
giving into the inevitable. If he was totally honest with himself,
he did feel a lot better having two handsome, well-armed men
by his side, even though he knew Norman would be locked up
for some time to come. He followed Zander and Sully out to the
corner of the stage, waiting for his cue.
“Ladies and Gentleman,” Terry heard the MC say. “Thank you for
coming here this evening. This one event, something that I am
sure will be repeated in forthcoming Pride Weeks, has raised
over fifty thousand dollars and will be used to help LGBTQ
homeless youths.”
The applause from the audience was huge and Terry gulped at
having to stand out there in front of so many people. He much
preferred to keep his role behind the scenes.
“While I know you will join me in thanking all of the people who
worked so hard behind the scenes to make tonight a memorable
event,” The MC went on, “the ladies insisted that a special
mention must be made for the designer and creator of all of the
clothing you have seen onstage this evening. It is with great
pride I introduce to you, Houston’s newest and youngest clothing
designer, Mr. Terry Martin, accompanied by two of Houston’s
finest police officers, Detective Zander Samuels and Detective
Sully Roberts.”
Terry didn’t have any choice but to step out on stage, caught as
he was between two big men. Zander and Sully didn’t seem to
have a problem with the rush of applause that greeted them, but
Terry was overwhelmed. Trying to get his bearings, Terry saw
Joel and Max, Charlie, Roy and Richard all standing at the back
hooting and hollering, clapping madly, but the rest of the
audience was just a sea of faces.
“Look down the front,” Zander whispered in his ear as he and
Sully led Terry to the front of the stage, standing slightly behind
him as Terry waved and wished the floor would open up and
swallow him. Looking down, his eyes bulged from his head.
Standing up, clapping madly, pride written all over their faces
was Terry’s mom and dad. Terry felt his eyes fill with tears and
he leaned slightly towards Zander. His mate must have arranged
all this, there was no way his parents could afford the flight from
Ohio to Houston. By the Fates his mate was such a thoughtful
man and Terry promised himself Zander would be well rewarded
later.
Barely paying attention, Terry knew he accepted a huge bouquet
of flowers from Madam Morgana. Davina and Lucy also kissing
him on the cheek, the crowd still cheering. Then the MC came
over, handing him a microphone. “Anything you’d like to say,
Terry?”
Oh. My. God. Speak? Terry could barely stand. Accepting the
held out microphone as though it was a bomb, Terry said
hesitantly, “Thank you all so much. The ladies have been
wonderful to work with, and yeah, if you like what you see be
sure to look me up sometime. But really it’s the beautiful and
talented Houston drag queens we are celebrating tonight, so
please, another big round of applause for them.”
He waved an arm at the Divas, almost hitting Sully with the
microphone. The ladies all came and surrounded him and the
two detectives on the stage, and as Terry leaned back against
Zander’s shoulder he could swear it was without doubt the
second most amazing night of his life. His claiming would always
rank first.
/~/~/~/~/
Zander hurried into their bedroom, eager to be ready before
Terry came in. Terry was busy chatting with his parents, getting
them settled in the spare room. They had done the show,
enjoyed the dinner afterwards, Terry’s father only being slightly
wary around Zander’s stronger wolf. But it had been clear to
Zander at least where Terry had gotten his confidence and his
self-respect from. Terry’s parents were so proud of him and they
had no problem showing their love for their son. Zander just
hoped that maybe one day soon he would be included in their
affections.
Hurrying to the bathroom, Zander pulled out a tube of lube that
had seen better days. With Terry having a self-prepping
mechanism it wasn’t something the two men ever had to use.
But with what he had planned for his little mate, Zander had
wished he bought a brand new, big, bottle of the stuff. Shucking
off his clothes, he threw them towards the hamper in the corner
of the bedroom before, laying himself out on the bed. Bending
his legs and planting his feet firmly on the mattress Zander
awkwardly reached between his legs, finding…yep, there it was.
Now for lube.
Zander had prepared men for anal sex a hundred times, and
seen it done just as often, but it was never something he had
ever even tried to do to himself. Now, as he rimmed the edge of
his tight hole nervously he had to admit he got a few tingles
through into his groin. Determined to move things along,
because Terry wouldn’t be out of the room much longer, Zander
pushed two fingers in and then just as quickly pulled them out.
Damn and fucking hell that stung.
Applying more lube to his fingers, Zander persisted, pushing
through his tight muscles with first one finger, and then a
second. One finger was okay, quite pleasurable in fact, but two
took a bit more getting used to. To help keep him in the mood,
Zander closed his eyes thinking of his mate, how sexy the little
man always looked, how he showed his love in a dozen different
ways every day. Zander had been so proud standing on that
stage, he
aring the applause and knowing it was all for the
talented, pretty man standing with him. Just thinking about how
Terry belonged to him and only him, had Zander’s cock rising,
his breath quickening and…wow would you look at that, it
seemed his ass could take three fingers after all.
Zander rocked on his fingers. It was clumsy and awkward, but
he knew that if he didn’t get finished then Terry would probably
dissuade him from his whole mission. Then he had another
thought. I wonder…Zander arched off the bed, his cock flailing
about wildly looking for friction.
“Did you just find your prostate, sweetheart?”
Zander turned his head to see Terry standing by the bed, a huge
smile on his face, and his cock pulled out from his pants, Terry
caressing it slowly with one hand. Zander was sure his face went
ten degrees of red, but he nodded anyway.
“Er…yeah…never done that before.”
“Do it again,” Terry said, kicking off his boots and climbing on
the bed, not even bothering to take the rest of his clothes off.
Zander pushed with his fingers, blessing the fact they were so
long, and twiddled them, before letting out a startled groan as
he hit that little nub again.
Running a hand up Zander’s tense thigh, Terry said softly, “Does
this mean what I think it means, or are you just having some
private fun?”
“I want you to…my gift, to top off your brilliant night…claim me,
please.” Now Terry was so close, his scent teasing his nostrils,
the smell of Terry’s need woven through it, Zander let his fingers
slip out of his ass, closing his eyes and falling back onto the bed.
“Oh my darlin’, you have no idea how powerful you look right
now.” Terry’s husky murmur registered in Zander’s brain before
being forced out as Terry’s fingers checked his work. Zander was
glad he had taken the time to use his own fingers for a bit. His
fingers were more in keeping with the size of his cock. Terry’s
digits were a lot slimmer although he was similarly well-
endowed. Zander moaned as he felt Terry’s hair kiss his abs
before warm lips, took in the head of his cock. Okay, there was
the positive side of letting someone else prep you.
Zander kept his eyes closed, relishing the feelings swarming
through his body. Terry’s warm mouth, his subtle yet strong
fingers finding and then teasing with unerring accuracy that
special place inside of him. Before he knew it Zander was
moaning loudly, his fists clenched in the sheets as he
concentrated entirely on the action going on around his hips. For
a novice, Terry was a natural. His wolf, who Zander was sure
would kick up a fuss at being invaded in such an intimate
manner, was curled up relaxed in his head, apparently trusting
Terry to look after him. This left Zander all the time in the world
to feel, to absorb the new sensations, try them out, and fuck it
all, if he didn’t love every second of it.
“Time to claim your Alpha, mate,” he finally growled when the
teasing had gotten beyond pleasurable, morphing into need.
“I’ve got to have your cock inside of me.”
Terry slurped off Zander’s cock and Zander felt those talented
fingers leave his ass. For a moment he felt empty, bereft, but
then he felt something bigger nudging at his entrance and he
squeezed his eyelids even tighter, hoping he could stay relaxed.
“Look at me, love. Watch, so you know who you’re with. This
would not be a good time to shift,” Terry teased softly.
Opening his eyes, Zander was greeted with a truly erotic sight.
Terry still hadn’t gotten undressed, just his jacket was gone.
Terry was kneeling between his legs, his lightly muscled arms
were holding Zander’s thighs apart, his hair was mussed and
those gorgeous soft lips that Zander loved so much were
glistening wet and puffy. The Omega’s eyes were almost black
with lust, and yet they warmed Zander to his very soul, letting
him know he was loved.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” Terry whispered. Zander felt a short
twinge of pain and then a sense of fullness as Terry firmly pushed
inside of him. Breathing out a long breath, Zander held Terry’s
eyes with his own, as his mate thrust slowly and steadily, willing
Zander to relax and be open to him. Zander couldn’t resist, he
didn’t want to. Terry was his love, his mate and for the first time
in his long life, Zander was prepared to concede control in the
bedroom, knowing that Terry would never hurt him.
When Terry’s hips were finally snug against the back of Zander’s
thighs, he stopped moving, his hands still clasped around
Zander’s legs, his slender body quivering slightly in an effort not
to move. In his eyes, Zander could see the love his mate had for
him, hell he could feel it through their mind link along with so
much more. Terry’s wonder at being allowed to do something an
Omega never had a chance to do, his thrill at his success earlier
that day, his joy at Zander arranging for his parents to be with
them, everything all tied up in the love that Zander never
doubted that his mate felt.
“Move, precious,” he growled. “Move and make me yours.”
Terry swiveled his hips, as though not wanting to pull out of
Zander’s heat. Then he did it again, moaning softly. Zander
could feel Terry’s cock, branding him inside. Pleasure, that had
back in force, and Zander wiggled, trying to push up,
encouraging his mate to get things moving.
“I do know how it’s supposed to go,” Terry said with a grin. “I’m
just savoring.” He drew the last word out, long syllables in a
husky tone, swiveling his hips again, letting Zander know exactly
how he felt.
“Savor next time,” Zander moaned as the head of Terry’s cock
grazed his prostate. “For fuck’s sake, fuck me.”
“I’ll get to do this again?” Terry might have sounded surprised,
which Zander totally understood, but then his little mate pulled
back and slammed into him, and Zander’s brain got a loose
connection. With a strength not usually seen in someone so slim,
Terry clung to Zander’s legs, pumping deep inside him, his
thrusts long, firm and…claiming. This had been what Zander was
looking for. Someone who would love him and want to claim him
with the same intensity he’d claimed his mate.
“Oh fuck, love, this will be the shortest claiming in history,” Terry
cried out as he sped up his movements. “You feel too good, so
tight, so…fuck, I’ve never felt anything like it around my cock
before.”
“Keep going, precious,” Zander gritted out. He knew exactly
what Terry was feeling. His own cock, which had been on edge
most of the evening, was ready to explode untouched, another
first for Zander, but he didn’t care. Watching Terry’s face, he
could see the exact moment Terry lost his control. Pulling Terry
d
own towards his chest, Zander curled up slightly.
“Bite me,” was all he had time to say before he was treated to
the foreign sensation of spunk coating his insides, then Terry’s
teeth were in his neck and Zander roared as his own orgasm
erupted. Holy fuck, hell on the abdominals, but what an amazing
feeling.
Once Terry had removed his teeth, licking softly at Zander’s
neck, Zander lay back, his brain was mush, his body was
humming softly. He felt Terry’s get up, the rustle of clothes, and
the movement as Terry went to get cleaned up. Zander figured
he should probably do the same thing, but before he could move,
a soft warm cloth tenderly wiped over his come-stained abs and
chest, before being swiped down and around his ass, which still
felt a bit puffy. A clunk which Zander took to mean Terry had
actually managed to throw the cloth into the hamper and then
peace as Terry climbed up on the bed, into arms, snuggling down
fitting perfectly against Zander’s body, exactly as he was born
to do.
Life couldn’t be more perfect.
Chapter Twenty Six
Zander woke alone, to the smell of coffee, frying bacon and the
sound of quiet chatter coming from the kitchen. Shit, Terry’s
parents were staying with them for five days. It wasn’t polite to
spend his time lolling around in bed if they had company. Not
that bed was any fun without his mate around anyway, Zander
thought looking at his morning wood ruefully. No time for that.
Washing quickly and pulling on a pair of clean jeans, Zander
didn’t bother with a shirt, eager to get out to the kitchen. He’d
missed his morning wake up kiss.
Terry’s mom, Rachel was at the stove, cooking something in a
big frypan. She looked up and smiled as Zander came in. “There
you are sleepy head. Terry thought he would have to come and
wake you. Come and give me a kiss good morning and then sit
down and I’ll dish you up some breakfast.”
Confused, Zander walked over, leaning down and pecking Rachel
on the cheek. Rachel wasn’t much taller than Terry but she had
the same fine features although her dark hair fell down her back.
Turning, he saw Terry and his dad – George, already sitting down
with almost empty plates in front of them. He quickly moved into
the chair beside his mate, and leaned over, intending to give